When I was three, a fortune teller ran his hand over my skull and said,this girl was born unlucky.

When I was three, a fortune teller ran his hand over my skull and said, this girl was born unlucky. Money will never stay with her. Give her no more than $6, 60 a year. One cent more and she'll pay for it with her life. Every birthday I received a crumpled five dollar Bill, $1 coin and 60 cents. My adopted sister Sophie got envelopes stuffed with money, sometimes enough to cover her entire bed. I cried, begged and once stole one of hers. That night, I broke out in hives. My throat swelled shut and I ended up in the ICU struggling to breathe. It took three days to save me. When I woke, I held Mom's hand and promised I'd never touch Sophie's money again. Then when I came home, I heard grandma shouting behind a door, 18 years you've lied to her for 18 years. You drugged her to trigger her allergies and put her in the ICU. Mom answered calmly, Lena is our own flesh and blood. So what if she suffers a little? Sophie is adopted and she's sensitive. If we don't favor her enough, she'll go down the wrong path. Dad added. Besides, Lena was never going to have a good life anyway. I didn't cry. I just slipped quietly back to my room. I sat on the bed, my hands trembling. Three days earlier, I turned 18. No one remembered. No card, no phone call.#revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama #revenge #redditstories #redditreadings